Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Owen's lips twitched, and he stood there stunned, his gaze toward Tina becoming strange.

To be honest, although he already knew that American girls were very enthusiastic and open-minded.

But I never expected it to go this far.

Seeing Owen's constantly shifting gaze, Tina seemed to realize something and quickly waved her hand, explaining:

"Owen, don't get me wrong, although Ayesha and I live together, we have different sexual orientations."

"You startled me, I thought you were too..."

Irving breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

"Tina, your three-day consideration period is over. Now, state your choice: either pay me back, or become my girlfriend!"

"You're dreaming, Habit!" Upon hearing the familiar harassing voice, Tina quickly stood behind Owen and scolded him.

"I already made it clear to you before, stop harassing me. I've already compensated you for the money, and there's no way I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Hey! You smashed my Remy Martin XO! $300 isn't enough, open the door, Tina!"

"Open the door!"

Hearing the piercing knocking at the door, Tina bit her lip hard and trembled behind Owen.

Seeing this, Owen immediately reassured Tina and said thoughtfully, "Tina, relax, leave it to me, I'll handle it for you!"

"But first you need to tell me, who's that person outside? Judging from the voices, it sounds like there are more than three people..."

Tina nodded, regaining her composure slightly, and explained, "The black man I offended is called Harby Ryme. He seems to have four or five henchmen. I heard from the bar manager that he's a member of the 'Blood Gang.'"

"The Blood Gang?" Owen was slightly taken aback.

Each gang in Miami has its own territory, and although there are occasional clashes between them, they generally operate within their respective territories.

If I remember correctly, the Blood Gang's territory should be in the Upper City area.

Now, coming here on Fifth Avenue to harass Tina is clearly crossing the line.

Thinking of this, Irving's eyes lit up, and he immediately came up with a good idea that would both teach the other party a lesson and prevent them from retaliating.

"Tina, you stay inside for now, I'll go teach them a lesson!"

Irving took a deep breath and immediately opened the door.

Several Black men were about to continue knocking on the door to put pressure on the Asian man when he came out wearing a white T-shirt and beach shorts, holding two pieces of bread. They were immediately taken aback.

The group of men suddenly exchanged glances, and the last one, a tall, strong black man with a full head of dreadlocks, stepped forward, staring intently at Owen.

"What are you looking at! Yellow-skinned monkey?"

The black man glared at Irving and waved his hand dismissively. "Get out of here, will you? We're on a business trip! If you don't want trouble, get out of here!"

Irving shook his head, turned and closed the door, then stepped forward and bumped his chest against the black man in front of him, letting out a cold snort:

"What's wrong, guys? Looking for trouble? You guys don't seem to know whose turf this is!"

"Tina, my friend, let's settle this downstairs!"

"FxxK you! You're so arrogant, you yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Harpy, why waste words with this kid? Beat him up!"

Two Black men standing to the side cursed, looking eager to use their numbers to bully the few.

Irving smiled.

"I think you black devils should go back to working on the cotton plantation!"

After saying that, to the astonishment of the black men, Irving struck first, delivering a lightning-fast straight punch to the face of one of them.

With a "crack," the black man named "Harby Rum" immediately blacked out and passed out, his body tumbling down the stairs.

"Fxxk!"

Seeing this, the remaining three black men roared and charged at Irving.

But Irving, who was well-prepared, had already adopted a professional fighting stance.

His continuous, clean dodges and punches landed squarely, each blow striking the opponent's vulnerable nasal bone.

Although these street thugs were physically strong and knew a little about fighting techniques.

They usually rely on their numbers and use vicious profanity to scare many people.

But for Owen, who has mastered advanced fighting skills, these people are no different from old ladies on the street as long as they are not armed.

Seeing that several of his companions had been easily dealt with, the last one turned and ran away.

Seeing the opponent's back door wide open, Irving took a step forward and kicked the opponent hard in the back.

The sudden force from behind sent the guy flying two or three meters away, crashing heavily into the wall at the corner of the stairs, and he saw stars instantly.

Seeing Irving slowly walking towards him step by step up the stairs, the man in black who had fallen to the ground was so frightened that he quickly got up and tried to run away without even wiping the blood from his nose.

"Stop!" Irving's roar seemed to freeze the black man in place, making his legs go weak.

"Hey you guys, listen up! This isn't 'Blood Gang' territory! If I catch you harassing Tina again, I'll beat you to a pulp and feed you to the dogs!"

"OK, Bro, I...we understand." Several black men hurriedly got up and timidly carried the unconscious leader, Happy Ryme.

Fearing he might anger Irving again, he punched himself in the nose twice more.

"Oh, right, give me back my friend's money!" As the group passed by, Owen suddenly remembered the $300 Tina had been extorted from and snapped at them.

The group of Black men looked at each other, their faces showing hesitation.

Seeing this, Irving, who was already furious, sneered.

With a straight kick, the unconscious Harpy Ryme was sent flying, his back slamming hard against the wall.

Harpy Ryme, who had been unconscious, was jolted awake by the blow, clutching his stomach and groaning softly, even coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing their leader in this state, the other black men nearby were terrified.

"Give me my money back!"

Irving roared.

The black men immediately swallowed hard, hurriedly took out the cash from their pockets, pooled it together, and placed it shakily on the ground.

In an instant, a stack of $1 and $5 bills, along with a large pile of 5 and 10-cent coins, lay on the ground.

"You're not allowed to come to this street again. This street is under my jurisdiction, understand? If I see you again, I'll crush your heads and shove them down your asses! Got it?"

Several black men nodded vigorously, raising their hands high, "OK! OK!!"

Watching the group leave, Irving clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

Ouch!

Despite his incredibly swift and decisive punches, which subdued the black men with just a few blows, he was still impressive.

In reality, breaking the other person's nose bridge also resulted in significant damage to his own hands.

I'll have to buy some thick gloves next time...

Just as Irving was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his mind.

"Ding—Proficiency +5"

[Combat Skills (Proficiency 14/1000)]